Even the most awful things become routine with time. Even as much as
Logan knew this he was surprised how quickly he became used to seeing
Remy in his straps and restraints. He soon became a regular at the
club, habits know, credibility established. It seemed he could bear
anything, even this.
There had been a bead moment, the second time he came when Remy stood
after Logan had removed the chip.
"Can you stay a little longer?" The kid wouldn't look at him, but
stared fixedly at the wall by his side. "I mean, if your able. They'll
let me alone if I have a client, you see."
Logan felt rage rush up, threatening to overwhelm him. He wanted
nothing more than to loose his claws, to tear down this horrible
place, to slice open the scum who would dare do anything other than
let Remy alone.
Remy seemed to sense Logan's reaction. He took an apprehensive step
back. Logan forced himself to smile. "Of course I can stay. Why don't
you get some rest, I'll keep watch."
On another visit when he saw bruises on Remy's wrists he felt the red
tide wash over him again, but he was more careful to hide his anger.
The kid had enough to deal with. He didn't need to worry about Logan
freaking out on top of everything else.
But two weeks later, when he saw the dark bruise on Remy's cheek, he
couldn't help himself. "Somebody hit you?" His voice was little more
than a growl. Remy turned pale. Logan quickly remembered to lower his
voice, so as not to be heard by the bugs.
"It's fine Cher. It happens. Some men like to play rough." Logan could
hear Remy trying to keep his voice light. But lightness had gone out
of the kid. Looking at him closely Logan could see that Remy had lost
even more weight, his skin was pale and his hair had lost it's sheen.
Most disturbing were his eyes. The light was fading from them like
something was dying inside the kid.
"This isn't working." He said abruptly. "The information we've gotten,
the raids we've made, they aren't worth your life. Fuck finding the
source. We have to get you out of here."
"No Logan." Remy grabbed his arm. "Not yet. Listen to me. The source
is a man named Samuel. Karmike has set up a meeting. They don't know when
yet, but Samuel is going to give them the exact time and place soon.
It's the key we've been looking for. I can't go yet. I can't let this
all be for nothing. Just give me a few more days."
Logan wanted to pull the kid against him, to tell him that it had not
been for nothing, that Logan loved him and would protect him. He
wanted to kiss Remy, standing there, his face bruised from his Johns.
All at once the stupidity of the situation was overwhelming. He could
never have Remy now. How could he want what all those other men had
wanted? How could he want to damage Remy in the same way?
It's different. Said a small voice in his mind. <No, no it isn't.> He
shook himself and moved his gaze away from Remy's mouth.
"One week." He said. "One week and I'm taking you home even if I have
to bring this place down around our ears to do it."
"Oui, a week then." Remy turned to face the wall. "You will need to
come back soon though. Day after tomorrow. Hopefully by then I can tell
you what you need to know."
Thursday night Logan was even more tense than usual. As he walked up
to the front door his muscles were so tight he was amazed he could
even bend his legs. The sight of his usual assistant hurrying towards
him did little to ease his tension.
"Sir I am so sorry. There has been a little mix-up. The lad you prefer
is not yet available. Perhaps you would like another? Or care to wait
in a private room." The man was ringing his hands, looking at Logan as
if afraid of what the older man might do.
"I'll wait. Thank you." Logan tried to sound smooth. He was escorted to
a small room, like any of the ones he had been in before, exotically
furnished, with a thick, soft bed. He looked around. Now what? How
long before Remy arrived? He was anxious to hear what the kid had
found out. Anxious to get the hell out of here as well, though he
wouldn't leave the kid alone through the night.
He lay down on the bed. He couldn't nap. It wouldn't do to let his
guard down. But all of a sudden he was so tired. Tired of this whole
sordid disgusting mess. He just wanted it to be over. He wanted his
kid back, whole and unharmed.
The problem was that now he had seen the results of Aphrodisiac. The
problem wasn't as easy to dismiss as it had before. He was coming to
understand what was driving Remy and Scott so hard to find the
bastards responsible for this. He might no agree with what they did,
but he was coming to take their view. If there was pure evil in the
world, this drug was close to its embodiment.
A nap was sounding better and better. He yawned. Maybe just a short
one. Remy would be here soon after all. They wouldn't have had him
wait otherwise. He felt his eyes began to close. The room was very,
very hot. Which was odd. It had never been hot before.
Suddenly sensing that something was wrong he pushed himself upright.
The room spun around him. There was something in the air. He had to
get out side. What had they done with Remy?
He managed two steps towards the door before he collapsed,
unconscious to the floor.
Logan didn't know how long he was unconscious. When he finally came
to he was cold, bound naked, spread eagle. He cautiously cracked his
eyes open. He appeared to be in some sort of warehouse. There were
crates and boxes stacked up near the walls. Beside him, three other
men, of various ages were chained as he was.
At the far end of the room lolled four guards, playing cards and
keeping half an eye on the prisoners. Logan cautiously tried his
bonds. No luck. They were adamantium, fastened on each side with a few
good sized padlocks. He wasn't collared, which was a small blessing,
but he didn't really see that it would do much good. <Where the hell
am I?>
By the door there was a small flurry of activity. The guards abruptly
hiding their cards and leaping to attention. Through the door walk six
more guards, all in matching uniforms. They flanked a middle aged man
of medium height and brown hair wearing an off the rack suit.
The man crossed to a table near Logan and sat down.
"Is everything ready?" he asked.
"Yes Mr. Samuel." said one of the guards that had been playing cards.
"Send them in."
The guard went to the door and returned with a group of several men.
The leader was Karmike, who Logan had seen occasionally at the club. With
him were two guards, somewhat scruffier than those of Mr. Samuel, Bromly,
and � Logan's heart leapt into his throat� Remy. He steeled himself not
to react. Remy's glazed eyes wandered over him. Logan marveled at the
kid's acting. If he hadn't known for certain that Remy was not on
Aphrodisiac, he would never have guessed it form the boy's behavior.
"Mr. Samuel," Karmike pushed himself forward self importantly. "I am
delighted you have found the time to meet with us. I assure you sir,
that putting your faith in us a wise action. We will be able to vastly
extend the reach of Aphrodisiac in the Midwest."
"Vastly?" Samuels looked coldly amused.
Karmike seemed to sense that he had overstepped and back pedaled as far as
he could. "Well of course guided by your expertise....."
Samuels raised his hand. "Relax Karmike. I would say that a celebration is
in order. Should we have a drink to celebrate this new partnership of
ours?" He nodded to one of his men, who produced a bottle of expensive
Vodka. They toasted, then Samuel turned a lazy eye on Remy.
"New piece?" he asked casually, as he ran a proprietary hand down Remy's leg.
"No, actually. Had him for a bit. But he is a favorite. Oozes class I think."
"Mind if I have a taste?"
"Please help yourself."
Samuel gestured to a nearby chair. "Have a seat." he said to Remy.
Remy slid bonelessly into the chair. Logan pulled on his bonds and
fought the urge to growl. Samuel rubbed the back of his hand over
Remy's arm. Remy took his hand and began to suck on his fingers
slowly, one by one pulling them deep into his mouth then running his
tongue around the tips of them.
"Do you like your work?" Samuel asked him softly. Remy nodded. "Good.
I think you're probably good at it. Do you like being good at what you
do?" Again Remy nodded. "Say it."
"I like to give pleasure." Remy's voice was husky.
"Do you? Good that's what we like to hear. You know when I was
developing Aphrodisiac I was thinking of boys like you, sad beautiful
boys with no purpose save the enjoyment they could give to others. Now
I have given you a way to share that pleasure with as many people as
possible. Are you grateful?" Remy nodded eagerly. "I am grateful too.
All these beautiful young men surrounding me, only wanting to give me
pleasure. But still sometime I miss something."
Samuel took his hand from Remy's mouth and grasped caressed the
younger man�s fingers. "Sometimes, I miss the way they'd scream."
Their eyes met over their hands and something passed between them Remy
was out of his chair like a shot, scrambling for a weapon, but
Samuel's guards had been waiting for him. One slammed him hard across
the face as the other brought his knee up into Remy's stomach. He went
down gagging. The guards hauled him up and pinned him to the wall.
In the silence that followed there came the sound of clapping. Samuel
walked towards Remy applauding. "I must say, young man, you were very
very good. I congratulate you. If I hadn't known that you were our
mole I would have had no idea you were faking." He didn't turn to the
gaping Karmike as he said, "Karmike you are a fool. Your carelessness in
introducing a spy into our midst has almost been out ruin. Consider
yourself fortunate I do not kill you now. You may go." Karmike sent one
stricken glance towards Remy and departed.
"You should have been more careful boy. Little slips, an increase in
raids corresponding to the date of your arrival, frequent all night
guests, your presence in Karmike's office. These things add up. I am a
master at spotting patterns you know, that's what makes me so good at
what I do. Don't suppose you're going to tell me who you're working
with?" Remy remained silent. "Well I thought I'd ask, for politeness
sake. This way I get to have more fun though. Over the chair should do
nicely." He said to the men.
The men forced Remy over the back of one of the chairs so hard the
breathe rushed from his body again. Samuel began unbuckling his pants.
"I'm going to give you a special treat." he said. "I am going to give
you the opportunity to not enjoy sex for the last time in you entire
life."
Remy tried to struggle, but he was groggy from the blow to the head
and the men were holding him hard. <Not in front of Logan. Please God
I can bear anything but that. Please don't make him watch this.>
Samuel tore down Remy's pants and spread his cheeks apart. He gazed at
the boy with a connoisseur�s eye. "Wonderful," he murmured, then jammed
his cock into Remy up to the hilt.
The pain was terrible, it felt like he was being torn open. But Remy
had felt this pain many times. It paled in comparison to the pain of
feeling a pair of blue eyes watching his degradation. As Samuel
pounded into him again and again, Remy stopped struggling. It was
pointless anyway. Logan knew everything about him now. He would have
no reason not to turn on Remy like the others.
Eventually Samuel stopped banging away on top of him. �Now.� He said, buttoning his pants, �it is obvious you�ve had an accomplice. In fact, I know who it is, I�m very good at working out patterns actually. I knew that the only people who could transport information for you would have to be one of you johns. A regular, in fact. I know it�s one of these men.� He indicated Logan and the others tied up beside him. �Now you�re going to tell me which it is. I don�t suppose you�d tell me if I asked nicely.�
Remy spit in his face. �You�re joking.�
Samuel wiped the spit from his face. Then he backhanded Remy against the mouth, hard. Remy felt the blood trickle from his lips. �Yes,� said Samuel. �Actually I was.�
The men holding Remy jerked his arms painfully behind him and slammed his chest down on the table so that his face was pressed flush against the side with the wood. Samuel reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe, filled with a pink liquid that glimmered faintly in the neon light.
�Say a prayer boy.� Said Samuel. �It will be the last thought you ever have that doesn�t involve screwing.�
Remy struggled, trying to pull himself free of the men who held him The veins stood out in ridges along his neck as he tried to squirm away from Samuel�s hand gripping his chin.
But Samuel was well practiced in giving the injection. He calmly pushed Remy�s head harder into the table, stuck the needle into Remy�s neck and pushed down the plunger.
In seconds it was over. Remy stopped struggling. He went slack against the table. At a nod from Samuel the men released their hammerlock. Remy did not move. Then, after several seconds he raised his arms and pushed himself upright. His eyes were utterly vacant.
Logan felt his world crumble around him. It was over, he had failed, and Remy was gone.
Samuel smiled. �You�re horny, aren�t you boy?� Remy nodded mechanically. There was a strange gleam in his eyes. �You want to give someone a blowjob?� Another nod. �Well good. Where to begin? Ah. I know. Why don�t you suck off the man that you were passing information to. Wouldn�t that be fun? You do know which man it was, right?�
With out hesitating Remy walked directly to Logan. Samuel smiled. �Excellent.� He murmured.
Remy was so close that Logan could feel the kid�s breath on eh side of his face. For an instant Remy paused and Logan felt a stab of unreasonable hope. Then achingly slowly, Remy closed the distance between them and brought his lips to Logan�s.
Logan struggled not to cry out. Remy�s mouth burned against his skin. His kisses were delicate and passionate, and Logan, after wanted nothing else for more than three years now wanted nothing but for Remy to take his mouth from his own.
<I didn�t want this. Not like this. Oh God, please. Not like this, I won�t be able to bear it.>
But Remy did not stop. Instead he moved lower, kissing and nipping Logan�s neck, his chest, and then lower still until he had taken all of the man into his mouth.
It was terrible and exquisite. Logan thought he could not hate himself more than he did in the moment when he realized that some part of his body was enjoying Remy�s ministrations. But when he came in his friend�s mouth and felt Remy swallowing his come, he knew he was wrong. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes in despair, cursing his body. How could he have done that? What sort of monster got turned on by their friend�s destruction.
Samuel smiled even more broadly. �Excellent. Come here boy.� He gestured to Remy. The kid walked meekly back to the shorter man. �You have done well. Now turn around.� Remy obediently turned his back to Samuel. �Good. Kneel.� Remy dropped to his knees. From his jacket Samuel produced a small gun, �Go get the car.� He said to his men. �I�ll clean up here.� He aimed the gun at the base of Remy�s skull.
<Everything is over.> thought Logan. For the first time in his life despair overwhelmed him. He couldn�t think of a plan, had no idea what to do next, or even really knew if he cared what happened to him. <Remy�s gone.> he kept thinking. <We�re only left with some sort of shell. Now I won�t even have that.> Nothing else in his life seemed of the slightest significance.
It was only at that moment that Logan noticed his chains had been unlocked.